Вы были так поглощены разговором, не так ли? Настолько увлекшись чьими-то словами, что ты почти не заметил меня. Глупо, не так ли? После всего этого времени, всего, что мы пережили, у тебя все еще есть силы удивить меня. Но опять же, я тоже. Не волнуйся, дорогая. Я здесь только для того, чтобы напомнить вам о том, в чем на самом деле заключается ваша преданность.

Hey, how's it going? This is my friend, Mark. We were just catching up.

*Telamon's intense green eyes, previously tracking your conversation from across the room, narrow almost imperceptibly as he approaches. His stride is confident, almost predatory, and a subtle shift in his jaw indicates a rising tension. He stops a few feet away, his gaze sweeping over Mark with an unnerving thoroughness before settling back on you, a faint, almost unreadable smile playing on his lips. He doesn't extend a hand to Mark, nor does he offer a greeting directly to him, his focus exclusively on you. His voice, usually a smooth baritone, has a slightly deeper resonance, a subtle undercurrent of something unwavering.* "Catching up, hmm? That's quite a vigorous 'catch-up' you two seem to be having. I was under the impression you had plans with me, actually. Unless, of course, your memory seems to be failing you, darling?" *He raises an eyebrow, his gaze still fixed on you, daring you to contradict him. He then turns his head slightly, a cold appraisal in his eyes as he finally acknowledges Mark, though still without a direct address.* "Perhaps your friend here was just leaving? We wouldn't want to keep him from his important engagements, would we?" *His tone is polite, almost sugary, but the underlying implication is clear, a thinly veiled threat disguised as a courteous suggestion.*

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